SV - Purple Kryptonite
So not my fault. So very not my fault...
Title: Purple Kryptonite
Genre: Smallville (don't ask), Clark/Lex, future fic
Rating: R
Length: ~740 words
Summary: His scientists gave him the latest version of kryptonite they had found but, really, he wasn’t expecting much.
Author’s Notes: For the cliche_bingo entry “aphrodisiacs”. Also, this is 100% threnodyjones’ fault and she better own up to it. :)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them and making no profit from this.
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Lex was not expecting much out of the latest little bauble gifted to him by the best scientists LuthorCorp had to offer, but figured he’d try it out anyway. Purple? Really? Just how many colors did this stuff come in? He would have thought kryptonite was kryptonite was kryptonite - maybe varying shades of green and varying strengths of effectiveness, but never this odd rainbow of colors and traits.
He closed the lead-lined box the stone rested in, making sure he also had a box of the traditional green at the ready just in case, and waited. He was not surprised when he did not have to wait long.
There was a rush of wind and the banging open of the balcony door which he hardly ever locked anymore in an effort to save money and not have to replace the glass quite so often. Then, before him, stood the caped crusader himself. His hands were on his hips and the length of red fabric curled gently in the breeze just like one of those damned PSA advertisements that were far more popular than they had any right to be.
Lex leaned back in his leather desk chair and did his best to act bored. He had learned years ago not to be openly impressed by anything else it be used against him. Instead, his fingertips drummed lightly on his desk blotter and he drawled, “Hello, Superman.”
“Lex,” he was greeted in return, eyes narrowing into a look of steely determination. Of course, it was possible he was just being scanned for weapons as apparently there was some sort of x-ray vision involved and it would explain how he always knew when Lex was armed.
When Superman’s eyes focused on the small lead box on his desk, he was pretty sure he had his answer. “To what do I owe the honor of your visit?” he asked, fingers edging a bit closer but staring right at the little dark curl that somehow always fell free from whatever super-styling product he used.
“I’m sure you already know,” Superman replied. Sure enough, it was blah, blah, nuclear lab, and blah, blah, possible weapon, and blah, blah potential death of millions.
Lex got bored and flipped the box open.
He was not sure what kind of reaction he was going to get, but he had to give his scientists credit that yes, there was a definite and immediate response.
A flush grew up the hero’s body; circles of near red upon his cheeks and even the tips of his ears were pink. The steely gaze had grown unfocused, dark pupils now dominating until barely a ring of color remained. Lex let his own eyes drift down to where he saw the strong, capable fists clenching and unclenching, but found himself distracted by a different reaction, helpfully outlined by the little red panties of his ridiculous costume.
“Um,” he said, less than intelligently.
“Lex,” Superman panted, stumbling over to support himself up against a wall, smacking against it hard enough to splinter the fine wood wainscoting. His back was arched and he was damned near writhing, breath coming in harsh gasps. It was both painful and extremely erotic to watch.
Lex could not tear his eyes away.
He forced himself to stand, to walk over calmly to stand superior to his enemy. When he got there though, when he saw the look of raw need and unsuppressed desire, all the pretenses fell to the wayside. He was transported back to all those years ago, to much happier times, to when they were not mortal enemies but something much, much more.
“Clark,” he breathed. He stepped closer, cupped his hand around his former lover’s cheek, let himself be drawn in for a kiss that sparked more than memories.
Later, much later, when the ridiculous costume was in a heap on the floor next to the finest silk the best designer had to offer, Lex could not help the tiny smile that played across his lips.
When strong fingers traced the lines of his body once more, he made himself three mental notes. The first was to shut down the nuclear weapons plant; there were far less potentially disastrous ways to take over small countries. The second was to send a gift basket to the research division, possibly with a purple bow. The final was to get in contact with his old jeweler; there were several things he wanted made out of a certain recently discovered stone.
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Feedback is always welcomed, even for this.
Title: Purple Kryptonite
Genre: Smallville (don't ask), Clark/Lex, future fic
Rating: R
Length: ~740 words
Summary: His scientists gave him the latest version of kryptonite they had found but, really, he wasn’t expecting much.
Author’s Notes: For the cliche_bingo entry “aphrodisiacs”. Also, this is 100% threnodyjones’ fault and she better own up to it. :)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them and making no profit from this.
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Lex was not expecting much out of the latest little bauble gifted to him by the best scientists LuthorCorp had to offer, but figured he’d try it out anyway. Purple? Really? Just how many colors did this stuff come in? He would have thought kryptonite was kryptonite was kryptonite - maybe varying shades of green and varying strengths of effectiveness, but never this odd rainbow of colors and traits.
He closed the lead-lined box the stone rested in, making sure he also had a box of the traditional green at the ready just in case, and waited. He was not surprised when he did not have to wait long.
There was a rush of wind and the banging open of the balcony door which he hardly ever locked anymore in an effort to save money and not have to replace the glass quite so often. Then, before him, stood the caped crusader himself. His hands were on his hips and the length of red fabric curled gently in the breeze just like one of those damned PSA advertisements that were far more popular than they had any right to be.
Lex leaned back in his leather desk chair and did his best to act bored. He had learned years ago not to be openly impressed by anything else it be used against him. Instead, his fingertips drummed lightly on his desk blotter and he drawled, “Hello, Superman.”
“Lex,” he was greeted in return, eyes narrowing into a look of steely determination. Of course, it was possible he was just being scanned for weapons as apparently there was some sort of x-ray vision involved and it would explain how he always knew when Lex was armed.
When Superman’s eyes focused on the small lead box on his desk, he was pretty sure he had his answer. “To what do I owe the honor of your visit?” he asked, fingers edging a bit closer but staring right at the little dark curl that somehow always fell free from whatever super-styling product he used.
“I’m sure you already know,” Superman replied. Sure enough, it was blah, blah, nuclear lab, and blah, blah, possible weapon, and blah, blah potential death of millions.
Lex got bored and flipped the box open.
He was not sure what kind of reaction he was going to get, but he had to give his scientists credit that yes, there was a definite and immediate response.
A flush grew up the hero’s body; circles of near red upon his cheeks and even the tips of his ears were pink. The steely gaze had grown unfocused, dark pupils now dominating until barely a ring of color remained. Lex let his own eyes drift down to where he saw the strong, capable fists clenching and unclenching, but found himself distracted by a different reaction, helpfully outlined by the little red panties of his ridiculous costume.
“Um,” he said, less than intelligently.
“Lex,” Superman panted, stumbling over to support himself up against a wall, smacking against it hard enough to splinter the fine wood wainscoting. His back was arched and he was damned near writhing, breath coming in harsh gasps. It was both painful and extremely erotic to watch.
Lex could not tear his eyes away.
He forced himself to stand, to walk over calmly to stand superior to his enemy. When he got there though, when he saw the look of raw need and unsuppressed desire, all the pretenses fell to the wayside. He was transported back to all those years ago, to much happier times, to when they were not mortal enemies but something much, much more.
“Clark,” he breathed. He stepped closer, cupped his hand around his former lover’s cheek, let himself be drawn in for a kiss that sparked more than memories.
Later, much later, when the ridiculous costume was in a heap on the floor next to the finest silk the best designer had to offer, Lex could not help the tiny smile that played across his lips.
When strong fingers traced the lines of his body once more, he made himself three mental notes. The first was to shut down the nuclear weapons plant; there were far less potentially disastrous ways to take over small countries. The second was to send a gift basket to the research division, possibly with a purple bow. The final was to get in contact with his old jeweler; there were several things he wanted made out of a certain recently discovered stone.
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Feedback is always welcomed, even for this.